He gives a little shrug. "You wanted to know quickly," he points out, "and learning is growth. Growth is often painful--growing fast, especially so." He cuts up his omelet as he speaks, and pauses with the first bite speared on his fork. "So, we have these myriad worlds, some so similar you would scarce notice the difference, but some have diverged so long ago, and in such a different direction, that, well... perhaps chickens, and not people as you know them, are the dominant culture, hmm?"

He has his bite; though his manners are precise, the speed with which he swallows it bespeaks urgent hunger. "But what lies between all of these worlds, you might ask? What separates them? This place. This Nexus is the place between all places, the moment between all times, the fulcrum of possibility. And occasionally, there are portals, or holes, or other matters, which allow something from one of those infinite worlds to find its way here. As did you."